Drego words kept ringing in my head.

“David would never touch you, not even in 5 years.” What does that even mean? Was David impotent but lied that he was on meds? Did I just get married to a man who couldn’t get hard for me?

And Drego why does he have to be so hot? He looked like David but better, finer, and the way he speaks? Naughty. His eyes were charming, his abs even more asymmetrical than those of David’s and his hair wavy to a fault. Everything about his physique screams perfect.

I took a bottle of vodka and gulped it down. I just wanted to get rid of the thoughts, living rent-free in my head.

I woke up hours later, my stomach rumbling and growling as though I had borborygmus. Apparently, I had so much to drink that I passed out. Still engulfed in alcohol, I staggered downstairs to fix myself dinner.

DREGO’s POV

I told her I would leave after I freshened up, and I should've. But when she stood there in that silky little robe, all glammed up with fire in her eyes and confusion in her chest, something inside me cracked.

Elena. my brother's "wife." The prize he purchased, but to me she wasn’t a trophy. She is an irresistible temptation. A walking human-sized temptation wrapped up in silk. I was not supposed to want her, but I did.

I thought she would persuade me to leave but she didn’t come speak to me again, I knew she thought I had left.

I watched from the corner as she entered the kitchen when it was nightfall to make herself dinner. She is such a beauty to behold and I know deep down that David with his nonchalance, and cold irrationality does not deserve her. He might have married her but I will keep her and make her mine.

She swayed her hips gently, to the rhythm of a song that played from the television, her robe sliding open just enough to reveal that lovely line between her breasts as they jiggled; firm and full.

She drank a glass of water gently, and I swear, the sound of her swallowing caused my hands to clench. I could have walked in then and grabbed her but I had different plans.

While she cooked I sneaked into her room. The air smelled like her lotion—sweet, warm, and innocent. I didn't switch on the light, didn't need to as I knew what I came for. I removed the small device from my pocket —a micro camera that was already synchronised to my phone and slid it behind her dressing mirror, carefully angled.

The red light flickered once and then vanished. A sign that it has started recording. I shrugged, telling myself I just needed to know her better. But the truth is I always wanted to see her.

–––

By past midnight I returned to her room, quiet, barefoot, and shirtless. The blue light from her room made her skin glow as she tangled in her linens. She resembled a goddess as she slept with no idea I was standing there.

My heart raced, as I stared at her as if I had never seen a woman before.

"Elena," I called as I lay down beside her, my voice low and husky.

She moved, her eyes blinked open, and then closed again.

"David when did you come?” she muttered with sleepy eyes.

I smiled. “I came for you baby” and then I kissed her before she could protest, before she realized that I’m Drego not David. Her hands gripped my shoulder as I deepened the kiss like an obsessed man.

Her robe slid open at the top, displaying her delicate and flawless skin. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails running down my back as her breath caught. I caressed her, ripping the robe away from her body, exposing every inch of her I'd fantasised about since the first time I saw her. And when she gasped, arching into my touch, I realised: She desired this. She wanted me.

I pulled her back onto the bed and kissed her down to her neck and across her chest, leaving a path of heat throughout her entire skin. I sucked her breast, fumbling her nipples with my lips and teeth slowly and deeply, enjoying the way her thighs clung to me.

I spread open her legs and discovered she was already dripping wet. This aroused me more and made my cock jerk. I buried my face inside her thighs and using my tongue I licked and sucked on her juices as she moaned loudly with intense pleasure.

Her hands were everywhere— on my back, grasping the sheets as my fingers moved between her thighs, then to her p*ssy thrusting and fingering her. In the heat of the moment, while I was enjoying myself at her body rhythm, the way she moaned and the sweet taste of her drove me crazy. She touched my hair and squeezed and that’s when she discovered I’m Drego. My curly hair sold me away.

“What the fuck!” She jerked off from me and yelled, trying to cover her body with the blankets. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to have left.”

“To pleasure you baby, and yank that starvation out of your body” I shrugged, knowing fully well I got her where I wanted already, so it’s almost impossible for her to reject me.

She bit her lip, breathless. "Drego… you are taking advantage of me"

“I’m not! I just need you and I know you want this too” I stood up letting my erect d*ck stretch out onto her face. I watched her stare at it with utmost satisfaction but at the same time, there was worry in her eyes.

“I’m married to your twin” she mumbled, destabilizing my mood.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just filling in the gap your so-called husband couldn’t. Allow me to pleasure you baby and after we can act like this never happened” I assured her, even though within me I knew I was lying.

I glanced at her subtly, I could read her body movements. Her body wanted me badly but her soul was unwilling. I didn’t give her any more time to think about it, I just held her leg and before she could react I gently slid my middle fingers into her horny pot.

It flowed like living waters. She was completely wet. I continued to rub her clit as she began to moan again

"Tell me you want me," I uttered

"I shouldn’t…"

"But you do," I added another finger inside her slowly and deeply. Her back arched off the bed, lips parted.

“That's it,” I whispered into her ear. "Let me make you feel what he never could."

She did not stop me. Not even when I spread her thighs further. Not when I thrust deep into her, thick and hard, filling her inch by inch. She cried out, not in pain, but in relief.

I moved slowly at first, savouring her heat, holy shit she was tight as hell, and the way she clung to me as if she didn't want to let go? Amazing. I seized her wrists, pinned them above her head, and claimed her. Every thrust was deep. Controlled. Brutal in its compassion.

"Say my name," I commanded.

"Drego!” she exclaimed. "Drego… oh my god." She moaned louder, as her body convulsed beneath me. She came hard, gripping around me as she orgasmed and cried into the blankets.

She tasted like sugar, the kind that caused diabetes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I followed right after, groaning her name into her neck and emptying into her as she shuddered beneath me.

We collapsed into each other, sweaty, breathless, and gasping for air. I kissed her shoulder, cheeks, and lips. For a brief while, everything was Perfect Until she stood up to go wash and…

Beep. A mild mechanical click. Fuck the camera!

Her head snapped towards the mirror. "Did you hear that?" she said, sitting up. Another beep. Her gaze focused on the blinking red light beside the mirror and instantly her face turned pale. "Wait… what is that?"

"Elena.. wait I..” I tried to explain but words failed me.

She jumped out of bed, shifted the mirror from the wall, and took out the little camera. Then her eyes slowly shifted to mine, wide and furious.

"Drego," she whispered. "You recorded me?"

"I didn't mean for…"

"You f*cking recorded me?!" She slammed the camera to the ground, shattering it as she shiverered, half-naked, and aggravated.

"I trusted you! I let you in." Her voice crackled. "So all these were your plans? To fuck and film me?!"

"Elena, listen… pls hear me out I…"

"GET OUT!" She yelled.

I grabbed her arm, but she backed away, wrapping her robe around her like a shield.

"I never want to see you again," she remarked, her tone icy.

"You're sick, you need help!!!" She shouted.

At that moment, I realised I messed up. Because now I didn't only want her. I needed her. And maybe... I might have just lost her.

ELENA’S POV

I couldn’t sleep at all. It felt like I couldn’t even catch my breath. Every time I shut my eyes, there he was.

Drego.

I could still feel the way his mouth moved against mine, the intensity of his grip, and the way he looked at me as if I were something forbidden that he just couldn’t resist.

And the worst part? I liked it. No, scratch that. I loved it.

My body still throbbed from his touch. My lips felt puffy from his kisses. Deep down, I craved it again.

But I hated myself for it. What had I done?

The sheets still held his scent, even though I had already changed them out, but it was like his memory had seeped into the very fabric of the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs tucked beneath me, feeling heavy.

“What’s wrong with me?” It was a mistake, a huge one. An abomination in fact. If ears get to hear that I had sex with my husband's brother, not just a brother but a twin; same blood, same mother, same placenta…

And yet… The way he filled me up, the way he whispered my name like it was a precious secret just for him. The way he made me scream without even trying? No man had ever.

Honestly, it was the best sex I’d ever experienced in my life. God, I felt so good. And now? I feel so pathetic.

Why would he record me without my consent? What was his aim, what does he stand to gain? Such a creepy bastard.

Thank goodness I shattered the camera. No matter how I crave him, I won’t let him touch me again.

I assured myself even though deep down I have a feeling I might still fumble. He’s just too irresistible.

***

I heard the front door creak open downstairs.

My heart dropped, David was back. He said he will be gone for three days and this is just the second day. What changed? I mumbled to myself.

I sprinted to my mirror, wiped my face, and checked myself like a thief surveying a crime scene. No bruises, no scratches, just a hollow look in my eyes. Suspicions lying low.

I headed downstairs, trying to breathe normally and put on a smile.

David was by the counter in a sharp black suit, setting down his bag. He looked good—tired, but sharp, with those unreadable eyes of his as always.

But when he noticed me, he paused.

“Elena?”

I froze. “Hey… you’re back early.”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing me. “You don’t want me home?”

“No no! That’s not what I meant. I… I’m delighted… to see you” I stuttered.

He looked at me, “You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You look off, or should I say act differently.”

My heart raced louder than my footsteps. Obviously, I wasn’t good at pretending because my eyes and face give me off every damn time, even without explaining.

“Maybe I didn’t sleep well.” I lied.

He tilted his head, studying me. Then, out of nowhere, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. Not in a passionate way—just tender, gentle… like he genuinely missed me.

But that only made the guilt crash over me. I stood stiff in his embrace, unsure of what to do with my hands. His scent, his warmth: it all felt wrong now.

Not because he wasn’t enough. But because somehow I felt I wasn’t the same girl anymore. Not the same girl he left home forty-eight hours ago.

I’d crossed a line with his brother. In his house. And no matter how hard I tried to act normal, a part of me screamed that he could sense the betrayal on my skin.

David pulled away slowly, he didn’t say a word. But his eyes told me he sensed something was off.

I managed a smile. “Want me to make you some tea?”

“No,” he said. “I’m good. I just need a hot shower.”

I watched him walk away—tall, clean, in control, like the alpha male that he is. And I hated how my body didn’t respond to him the way it had to Drego.

What was wrong with me?

———

That afternoon, I needed to get out.

I needed fresh air. I wanted to feel like I could still have a life outside this penthouse. I’ve to breathe, and get the thoughts of Drego Knight out of my head. I just needed to be sane.

David's second driver, Chris, was appointed as my personal driver. He picked me up in one of David’s fleet of cars. A 2022 white G-wagon that reflected the sunlight as we drove past town. The air conditioner was as cold as ice so I thought I would freeze. I had to tell Chris to turn it off.

I stopped by a bookstore café downtown—a place I knew well. I wanted to get some coffee and glance through some exciting novels that the bookstore had decorated its shelves with.

That’s when I heard a quite familiar voice.

“Elena?!” I turned around.

Cindy.

My old high school best friend. The one who always had lip gloss on and trouble in her smile. We hadn’t been in touch in years, especially after her father hurriedly withdrew her because they were moving out.

But she looked just the same; confident, glowing, like the world revolved around her perfectly polished red nails.

“Cindy? Oh my god! It’s been ages”

We hugged like no time had passed, the kind of hug that pulls the past right back into your chest.

“I can’t believe this!” she squealed. “What are you doing in this city?”

I laughed nervously. “Long story babes. I got married recently.”

Her eyes widened. “To whom?”

“His name’s David Knight.”

She blinked. “Wait… Knight? That sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, it's no surprise that you might know him, he's quite popular, especially in the world of business.

“Oh!” She gasped. “I really do not know him, but the name Knight rings a bell”

Before I could ask, she leaned in with a smirk. “Well, I’m also dating a knight too.”

“What?”

“I’m seeing someone.”

“That’s great. Who’s that?”

“Not like you’ll know him anyway, but his name is Drego. Drego Knight…”

My heart froze in utmost confusion. Did she just say Drego or was my ear playing tricks on me? Was it the creepy hot Drego or was she referring to someone else?

I stood there, completely frozen in that cafe. Cindy’s voice rang in my ears like a gunshot.

“I’m seeing someone. His name is… Drego knight.”

My stomach twisted, and my lips felt dry. I managed a smile, one that was more of a sneer or a grimace, barely reaching my eyes.

“Drego… that’s… a strong name.”

She giggled like a schoolgirl. “I know, right? He’s intense and hot. He treats me like a queen and is even thinking of getting a place here, just for us to cohabit and then get married.”

My vision blurred, and a dizzy nausea crept up my throat. He told her all that? Was he serious with her?

This wasn’t some game to him. He wasn’t just toying with her or having a night stand. He was in a whole damn relationship.

And yet, he touched me, kissed me, claimed me like I was his, while loving someone else.

The betrayal stung more than I wanted to admit. And you know what’s even worse… I let him do all that to me.

I felt stupid and used.

I quickly dismissed Cindy, but in order not to look eccentric or weird I gave her my phone digits when she asked. She said she would FaceTime me, that we needed to catch up, but honestly, I wasn't interested in all that girly chit-chat. At least not for now, or anytime soon.

———

Back in the car, I found myself staring blankly out the window as the city blurred by.

I hated him.

I hated how he made me feel wanted and vulnerable. How he pulled me out of two years of numbness, and made me crave things again.

And now… I hated myself for still thinking about him.

What was I to him? Just a one-night sexual conquest? A desire to subdue the urge? Or a sextoy he fantasizes about?

If I weren’t married to his twin I would have just let it slide, maybe open up to Cindy so she knows the kind of man she wants to end up with.

But damn it, I’m the married one here, and that will be the dumbest thing to do. I'll just end up looking like a villain.

When I got home, I slammed the bedroom door behind me.

I needed to forget, erase it all. Pretend it was just a bad, lustful dream.

I headed to my closet and grabbed the small black box where I’d hidden the broken camera.

I opened it and stared at the shattered pieces inside. I threw them down the WC not minding if it gets blocked, and then I flushed.

“Done,” I whispered. “That part of me is gone.”

———

The next day, David had cooks and chefs come over. The smell of Brunch casserole, Buddig sandwiches, and chicken and cheese taquitos filled the entire mansion.

“I’ve got guests and direct business partners coming over. Do stay around, I want to get you introduced as my wife,” David said with a bland face the moment I stepped out of my room.

“I thought you said you won’t? Besides, don't you think that will cause unnecessary attention to me?” I asked him quickly before he could walk away.

“I didn’t want to, at least not now, but what difference does it make if I do it now or later? Besides I need to get hold of an important contract and they are considering married, eligible businessmen first before bachelors. According to them, having a wife equals being truly responsible, so yeah I need to stay, look, and act married…” he explained.

“That’s what I am to you obviously. A contract wife, and nothing more. It's always for business. I almost forgot I’m just a trophy you bought, I was thinking we were beginning to get into something real.”

“Can you not nag about this? This is not the time.”

Nag?” I chuckled. “I won’t do that. Forgive me for thinking ahead of myself”

“Your personal guard will resume work tomorrow, because you’ll now get popular, you need to stay protected!” That’s all I heard him say as I slammed the door behind me.

I slipped on a long satin dress that accentuated my curves, applied some light makeup, and packed my hair into a pony with flyaways in front. I walked down to the sitting room, smiled at everyone, kept my distance yet tried to blend in.

And while the little party was buzzing with laughter and excitement, unexpectedly I saw him

Drego.

Leaning against the kitchen counter in a fitted shirt, sleeves rolled up, watching me with that same heat in his eyes.

I turned instantly and through the back door I walked away.

“Elena” he called out following me like a prey that had just seen its food.

I ignored him.

“Elena, please.”

I spun around hissing, “Don’t you dare talk to me.” You creep.

“Can we just talk, let’s discuss this quietly so we don’t get people's attention on us. Only two people know I’m here.”

“No Drego. There’s absolutely nothing to speak about. You have her, Cindy. Go be with your woman and let me be, I’m your brother's wife.

He flinched. “Where did you hear about Cindy? Who’s spreading such rumors?”

“Rumors?” I laughed so loud that the chefs in the kitchen glanced at me. “A rumor but at least you know who she is. Don’t you?”

He didn’t reply and that told me what I needed to know

“Your silence says a lot, so save your explanation for whoever needs it, definitely not me.”

“Tell me you don’t miss me like I do. Tell it to my face like you mean it!” he roared

“It doesn’t matter. I’m your brother's wife Drego. Whatever happened between us was a big mistake, forget it.” I sneered.

Deep down I knew I missed him, I wanted him again and again. I wanted to tell him how he had me dickmatized, and how the thought of him makes me wet, but I wouldn’t dare say such nonsense.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter right? But you didn’t say this when you cum in my mouth as I sucked starvation off your juicy p*ssy, nor did you say it when you were screaming my name in utmost ecstasy…”

“Shhhh!!!” I exclaimed, gesturing to him to shut up, with my index finger crossed over my lips.

“Read the room! Are you slow or are you trying to look crazy” I yelled at him, trying as much as I could to keep my voice below the music.

“I want everyone here and even the whole world to know it’s you that I want, it’s you I like, and I’m not ashamed about it!” He said with an annoying smirk.

“Drego you’re mad!”

“Mad for you baby”

“You need help, you seriously do. Leave me alone, I’m now publicly your twin’s wife so let me be”

“I will leave you for now but there’s something you need to see.” His hand brushed my wrist in an attempt to hold me.

I yanked away. “Don’t touch me.”

He pulled out his phone. I was about to walk away but came to an instant halt when I saw the screen.

That was a video of me, naked and breathless, of me arching under his touch, of me moaning his name like it was the only word I knew.

I froze.

“No…” I whispered, as I tried to grab his phone. “You… you said the camera was off. I broke it.”

He smirked, low and dangerous. “You broke the camera after it was done recording. It was synchronized with my phone.”

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“No no no!!! That can’t be.” I gulped.

“It can. I recorded everything,” he whispered. “You were just… extra special, sweet like sugar mixed with honey, and you were tight as hell” he smugged.

My fingers trembled, my blood boiled, I vibrated with rage, I felt violated, and used. “You recorded me, without my consent?” I hissed.

“Technically,” he leaned closer, “you never said no.”

Smack!

I slapped him, hard on the face.

The sound echoed through the hallway like a gunshot and made my palm tingle.

He didn’t even flinch. He just licked his bottom lip like he enjoyed it.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And yet,” he said softly, “I gave you the satisfaction of your body's sole desire. See how glowy you look. My body fluids at work right?

I pushed past him, my skin crawling and heart racing.

David passed by, catching the sharpness in my tone. His brows furrowed, and seeing tears almost gathering in my eyes he turned to Drego.

“What did you do to her?”

“Nothing really, we were just catching up”

“Catching up for what? Drego I have warned you before that this isn’t your usual playground.” He said pointing at me. “You’ll stay off or have me to contend with, and trust me this time Dad won’t be able to settle our dispute”

Drego didn’t say a word, he just shrugged his shoulders, let out a mischievous laugh, and walked away.

David turned to me, “Elena? What happened?”

“Nothing,” I gasped, running up the stairs and back to my room. I needed to cry so I could manage to feel better.

But something had happened, something dangerous.

Because now I wasn’t just betrayed, I was exposed. And I had no idea if I’d ever feel safe again.